Gang Freestyle

Lil' Hoodboy
YNA GANG man

Fucc 'em cops
Free 'em youngins man

Leggo Leggo

Hmm, yea

(Skrrt)

Hmm yea

Leggo Leggo

(Skrrt)
Hmm, yea
Hmm, Hun

Okay
Okay

Hey

Hmm
I'm in haste tryna make this bags but ain't gon' sell my soul
Ain't haste to taste this pussy cause' I got different hoes
I'm in my zone, smokin' my dope
Swears I be twistin' my tone
(Brrt) fire on me I'm tryna keep it cool I'm tryna keep it low
Lil' dope-B a trench baby, I really want this bags
Nigga I be playin' con with my phone
(Boom) Nigga don't try to be bitchass
Leave 'em lil' bitches and chase the bankroll
No time let's talk 'bout the moolah
Hell Naw, Ain't gon' talk 'bout no hoe
I'm Livin' like a robba, clutchin' my stick cause' I got lotta foes

Fucc tha PO', "Young Nasty Apes" that's my gang
We're the real thugs from tha blocc
I love my homies, I treat em' right
The street ain't friendly, anytime we goin' outta tha crib
We go with our tools, we flockin' we bussin'
Me and my niggas we slide
Nigga don't try to play with me, I really love my brodas ain't gon' lie
No love No dough, ain't cappin' bruh
Tryna stack up more papers
I'm gon' ice myself from my head down to my toes
I know I'm gon blow, only God know
Brodie if you ain't got no dough
(Brrt) You ain't got no real hoe
Cause' of 'em lil' bitches, Never gon' sell my soul
Know nun' 'bout soccer, I'm a big baller fom day one I be settin' my goals

Hmm
I'm in haste tryna make this bags but ain't gon' sell my soul
Ain't haste to taste this pussy cause' I got different hoes
I'm in my zone, smokin' my dope
Swears I be twistin' my tone
(Brrt) Fire on me, I'm tryna keep it cool I'm tryna keep it low

Damn!!
Damn man!!
Damn man!!
This is YNA GANG man!!
No slackin' back
Straight to the peak dawg



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